When I dream

When I sleep I rarely dream at all,

But when I dream, I dream of Fall.

            February was almost over but the winter hung around like an annoying party guest that won’t go home. The cold was getting to everyone and while some dreamed of spring or summer, I dreamed of fall.

            Soft sunlight shined down through the golden leaves of a tall tree, it warmed my skin and eased my sore muscles. The winter had melted away and gave into Autumn scenery. I was transported back to a place from my memory, an old familiar home, a home where I spent some of my best Autumn days. The air smelled like baked goods and wood smoke and the trees where brightly colored with red, orange and yellow.

            Good times returned to my life, trips to the cider mill, relaxing drives down country roads, quality time with old friends, delicious foods, pizza burps, goofing off and spending more time outside. All of these things were ahead of me, the better parts of life were right around the corner and I couldn’t wait.

            I felt at peace again for the first time in a long time, my mind didn’t even question how it had gone from winter to autumn, I just enjoyed every second that I could.

            I woke up from my Autumn dream and it was still February, the weather was still frigid and a sharp pain stung in the back of my head. I had awoken with a migraine that felt like someone drove a wood screw into the base of my skull, I stood up and felt dizzy, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. February was and will always be the worst time of the year, but the Fall will return and in the meantime, I suppose spring isn’t so bad either.

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Have some coffee or tea and stay warm everyone  
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